Who Could Deny a Polka Dotted Pony?

We’ve all had “that” horse. The one who tears at your heart and is the one who will never be matched. For me “that horse” was my first—Jonah. He belonged to a long-time friend of my mother who had relocated from Colorado to raise a family in the Boston area. The friend knew that my brother and I were learning to ride and so she contacted my mother and offered her horse who needed a home because she didn’t have the time for him anymore.